A few light years away an old man left his wife and children. It was about a few months that his cattle have long gone not returning home. He left to the forest in search for them. At the day of departure the sun was at its highest degrees. He carried his umbrella to prevent his face from the sunlight. At a far distance from his house he rested. He rested under the shadow of the tree hoping for the sun to cool down. The cool breeze underneath the tree made an old man feel drowsy. A boy who was returning to the village from the forest saw the man, and he came closer. “Wake up old man, wake up!!!” said the boy. It's almost sunset you need to be at least returning home. Home? asked an old man. Not without my cattle young man. It will get dark before you even found your cattle, you might consider coming back tomorrow. I will be dead gone by tomorrow my son. And the last place I'm going back to is to that one you call home. “ That one I call home?” what it supposed to be if it's not home. It's just houses full of people grandson. And I can't be of part anymore. The only thing that brought me to this land of your forefathers were wars. The cemetery where my ancestors were buried is by far beyond the forest, exactly where the old neighborhood was situated and that's where I'm heading to.

I am not going back home and leaving you here. Young man speak not of home, I told you that those are just houses, and I happened to build one there too. Inside it feels like a snowy winter at 03:00 am, my time has passed, and the only hearing my voice in that house is my dog when I tell him to leave the room. Can you see that moon young man? The moon? Yes I can see the moon. It often rises these days. What of it old man? To you it is a moon, but to me its eternity. It's only by far my eyes can see when dead. Because the sun doesn't rise for the dead, but the moon does. That's quite interesting, can you expand my curiosity more about ancestors? The ancestors are people...